Moonspear sunshine through the rain and snow

Hydra watched Katya unfold, unravel; her eyes did not leave her as instinct took hold over the other. What was this? There was nothing to fight against; Katya had already given up, prepared simply to take the hit. That was not the point of this; Hydra withdrew and drawled without judgment, I will not, and then, after a beat, you are not yet ready. Not mentally, it seemed, and that was a large part of this; if one did not have the will to fight, they would be beaten. Perhaps even killed depending on their opponent. 

Hydra was uncertain why Katya had acted as she had; she did not understand that she may have been through something in her lifetime to make this her base reaction. What she was certain of, though, was that she could be there for her and help her to better prepare. I did not mean to make you... to have you feel such a way, she hummed. Katya had said she was ready to learn now; Hydra had believed her.